Julie's strap-on cock was a good deal thicker than Pam's vibrating dildo and Danny had do some deep breathing to relax his muscles down there. It was ...wisted, it was weird, it was the sort of thing that if you asked him a few weeks ago he'd have sworn he'd never do. But now, he had to admit, the whole thing was really turning him on."How do you like it?" Julie hissed, grabbing his hair to turn his head so he was looking back at her. "How do you like getting your queer ass screwed by a real. We showered together and went out for lunch—Dot's treat.Dot was going to wear a bra and silk camisole under her blouse, but I told her it was one or the other. There was a bit of a discussion, and I said, "Wear the cami, no bra." I can't go out without a bra," Dot complained.I told Dot if she grumbled anymore, I would not let her wear panties either.Dot groaned and put the camisole on. She checked herself out in the mirror. There was a hint of a smile, and I told her how good she looked."Do you. I had flirted my rear off, becauseshe was cute and had a great laugh. But Cynthia was like a lot of girlsI chased. They immediately identified me as gay. I could swear to themthat I wasn't. But girls looked at me in a sisterly way. Fag hags, Iguess you could call them.But Cynthia seemed to sense that I needed a friend. She was loyal, andshe was fierce. Even when she had boyfriends, she didn't abandon ourfriendship. She was there for me. She talked about guys I might like,and girls. She talked. ***A few days later, Kathy invited Bob and Lory to our house for dinner. While we were waiting for dinner to settle and to start desert, Kathy announced, "You guys have both had half the picture until recently. What you have been doing with his wife, he has been doing with yours, but I doubt you two have confronted each other about it".I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I glanced over at Bob and he glanced away without saying anything."You guys look like you don't know what to do..